Grace groaned as she rolled off of her mattress onto the floor. Her hair stuck to her face where she had drooled in her sleep. She generally slept through the day. She didn't like people and she found it much quieter and easier to steal on a weekday at night. She rubbed her eyes as she yawned. Frowning she looked around herself. She had momentarily forgotten where she was. She got drunk out of her tiny mind last night as well as doing a few lines. She has a bit of a headache this evening to say the least. 

She felt around herself for a bottle of pills. Paracetamol. 500mg, the strong stuff. She took two with a swig of whiskey. She didnt have running water as she was living in an abandoned building... a hovel really. She had to break into peoples houses just to shower every other day. She stretched and stood up. She grabbed her denim short shorts and her black tank top. She threw on her baggy hoodie and backpack. Slipped on her shoes and climbed out of her partially boarded up door. 

She walked down the streets of her wonderful neighbourhood. She smiled and waved at her crack head neighbours and they politely smiled back and waved back. She went for a wander. To no particular place. Just to try and find some nice places to get a few quid from. She pulled out a packet of cigarettes and popped one into her mouth and just as she was about to light it she stopped. A rather fancy looking bike caught her eye. Her eyes lit up like a magpie. She wasnt good on vehicles but she knew expensive when she saw it. 

She wandered over to the bike and did a full 360 on it. it was so shiny an beautiful. She had to know who the owner was. He had to have some money. She looked around and saw a door man. She smiled and wandered over to him. "Hey, sir" she started politely. "You know who owns that bike?" She asked, she looked and sounded like an angel. 

The door man smiled at her and nodded "Yeah, as a matter of fact I do, he just went up to his apartment about an hour ago." 

She grinned "Awesome, could you maybe tell me the apartment number so I could go and ask about some of the parts he has on that beast?" She asked gesturing over to the beautiful set of wheels. The doorman obliged to the lady and reeled off the number. She smiled and gave him a cute bow as she made her way inside. 

She made her way up stairs and more stairs... she wasn't a fan of stairs. Once at the floor she needed she began making her way down the hall. There it was, at the end of the corridor. Smiling she made her way over and knocked on the door. If there was no answer she would use her wonderful set of picks. If he answered she would charm him into letting her in. Either way worked for her.